013- Oh well, thank you!
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Valentina was not usually a women too get nervous over a man. But with a certain Ferrari driver she did. She wasn't sure whether it was because she had been single for almost six years and in need of a man. Or it was the fact he was absolutely gorgeous. But, in all honestly, it was probably both.
Charles made her feel stuff. They rarely spoke. She didn't even have his number. And the fact she had all these feelings really made her question, what the fuck was going on?
She hadn't spoke to anyone about this. Her mother would be all happy and would travel too Monaco, just to speak to him, probably start planning the wedding. Her father would get all 'dad-mode' and too come speak to him, saying; 'Hurt her, I will do worse' or something along the lines. Genevieve would get all happy, come down to Monaco and tell all her friends that her best friend is dating some 'rich, hot guy'. Eloise, well, she is five. And Pascale is his mother.
The only person she could tell was probably Coco. She isn't even a person. A dog she could only tell. Kinda sad, but at least she wont judge. And thats what she did. At midnight, the same day he came back, she was sat on the sofa, a side light being the only source of light in the room. The TV only quietly in the background, with some random drama show going on. And she whispered all the things that was going on, hoping not to wake up Eloise.
It was childish, but who else could she tell? A random person on the street? No. Coco was asleep, but it felt nice to let it all go. Saying that, as if she would understand her.
She would tell Genevieve eventually, but not right now. It was too soon. Plus, she's probably just really wanting to be in a relationship. After five years single and going through a horrible breakup, its hard.
Charles however, was feeling practically the same. He wasn't going to tell anyone. Isa and Carlos would get all excited and have to meet her. His brothers would tease him about it, although they are in love too. And his mother would become all crazy. He couldn't tell anyone. Except his absolute baby. His car. Joking.
But it was one of them things that you had to tell someone. But who could he tell? His car? Okay, I'll stop mentioning that.
There was Pierre. Although he was in Italy, he could still give some good advice. He hasn't got a girlfriend currently, but thats fine. He has had some in the past.
"Pierre, how are you?" Charles asked, relieved his friend answered the phone so quickly.
"I'm fine Charles thanks, you?" Pierre asked.
"I'm good. But I need some advice. Its about a girl." Charles sighed.
"Oh yeah, the one that was on the news? The one you were scared shitless, that she was gonna leave you? The one with that kid?" Charles could basically see Pierre smirking as he said each word.
"How the fuck do you know?" Charles hadn't told Pierre. How he knew made him obviously confused.
"Carlos told me." He said laughing. "But listen I've gotta go. I would just say speak to her. Thats all I can say. Right bye!" Then he hung up the phone.
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